where the tickets were clipped.
“Now we’ve got to run!” he said. And off they sped, slipped through the closing gates, and ran for the gang-plank, where their porter stood making frantic signs for them to hasten. It was a close connection, but they made it, to the unfeigned amusement of the passengers on deck.
“Sa-ay!” drawled a ferry-hand, giving an extra twist to the wheel as the chains came clanking in, “she puts the bunch on the blink f’r a looker. Hey?”
“Plenty,” said his comrade; adding, after a moment’s weary deliberation, “She’s his tootsy-wootsy sure. B. and G.”
The two young people, who had caught the boat at the last second, stood together, muffled to the eyes, breathing rapidly. She was casting tragic glances astern, where, somewhere behind the smother of snow, New York city lay; he, certain at last of his train, stood beside her, attempting to collect his thoughts and arrange them in some sort of logical sequence.
But the harder he thought, the more illogical the entire episode appeared. How on earth had he ever come to enter a stranger’s cab and drive with a stranger half a mile before either discovered the situation? And what blind luck had sent the cab to the destination he also was bound for – and not a second to spare, either?
He looked at her furtively; she stood by the rail, her fur coat white with snow.
“The poor little thing!” he thought. And he said: “You need not worry about your section, you know. I have my sister’s ticket for you.”
After a moment’s gloomy retrospection he added: “When your brother arrives to knock my head off I’m going to let him do it.”
She made no comment.
“I don’t suppose,” he said, “that you ever could pardon what I have done.”
“No,” she said, “I never could.”
A brief interval passed, disturbed by the hooting of a siren.
“If you had stopped the cab when I asked you to – ” she began.
“If I had,” he said, “neither you nor I could have caught this train.”
“If you had not entered my cab, I should have been here at this moment with my brother,” she said. “Now I am here with you – penniless!”
He looked at her miserably, but she was relentless.
“It is the cold selfishness of the incident that shocks me,” she said; “it is not the blunder that offended me – ” She stopped short to give him a chance to defend himself; but he did not. “And now,” she added, “you have reduced me to the necessity of – borrowing money – ”
“Only a ticket,” he muttered.
But she was not appeased, and her silence was no solace to him.
After a few minutes he said: “It’s horribly cold out here; would you not care to go into the cabin?”
She shook her head, and her cheeks grew hot, for she had heard the observations of the ferrymen as the boat left. She would freeze in obscurity rather than face a lighted cabin full of people. She looked at the porter who was carrying their valises, and the dreadful idea seized her that he, too, thought them bride and groom.
Furious, half frightened, utterly wretched, she dared not even look at the man whose unheard-of stupidity had inflicted such humiliation upon her.
Tears were close to her eyes; she swallowed, set her head high, and turned her burning cheeks to the pelting snow.
Oh, he should rue it some day! When, how, where, she did not trouble to think; but he should rue it, and his punishment should leave a memory ineffaceable. Pondering on his future tribulation, sternly immersed in visions of justice, his voice startled her:
“The boat is in. Please keep close to me.”
Bump! creak – cre – ak! bump! Then came the clank of wheel and chain, and the crowded cabin, and pressing throngs which crushed her close to his shoulder; and, “Please take my arm,” he said; “I can protect you better so.”
A long, covered way, swarming with people, a glimpse of a street and whirling snowflakes, an iron fence pierced by gates where gilt-and-blue officials stood, saying, monotonously: “Tickets! Please show your tickets. This way for the Palmetto Special. The Eden Limited on track number three.”
“Would you mind holding my umbrella a moment?” he asked.
She took it.
He produced the two tickets and they passed the gate, following a porter who carried their luggage.
Presently their porter climbed the steps of a sleeping-car. She followed and sat down beside her valise, resting her elbow on the polished window-sill, and her flushed cheek on her hand.
He passed her and continued on towards the end of the car, where she saw him engage in animated conversation with several officials. The officials shook their heads, and, after a while, he came slowly back to where she sat.
“I tried to exchange into another car,” he said. “It cannot be done.”
“Why do you wish to?” she asked, calmly.
“I suppose you would – would rather I did,” he said. “I’ll stay in the smoker all I can.”
She made no comment. He stood staring gloomily at the floor.
“I’m awfully sorry,” he said, at last. “I’m not quite as selfish as you think. My – my younger brother is in a lot of trouble – down at St. Augustine. I couldn’t have saved him if I hadn’t caught this train… I know you can’t forgive me; so I’ll say – so I’ll ask permission to say good-bye.”
“Don’t – please don’t go,” she said, faintly.
He wheeled towards her again.
“How on earth am I to dine if you go away?” she asked. “I’ve a thousand miles to go, and I’ve simply got to dine.”
“What a stupid brute I am!” he said, between his teeth. “I try to be decent, but I can’t. I’ll do anything in the world to spare you – indeed I will. Tell me, would you prefer to dine alone – ”
“Hush! people are listening,” she said, in a low voice. “It’s bad enough to be taken for bride and groom, but if people in this car think we’ve quarrelled I – I simply cannot endure it.”
“Who took us for – that?” he whispered, fiercely.
“Those people behind you; don’t look! I heard that horrid little boy say, ‘B. and G.!’ and others heard it. I – I think you had better sit down here a moment.”
He sat down.
“The question is,” she said, with heightened color, “whether it is less embarrassing for us to be civil to each other or to avoid each other. Everybody has seen the porter bring in our luggage; everybody supposes we are at least on friendly terms. If I go alone to the dining-car, and you go alone, gossip will begin. I’m miserable enough now – my position is false enough now. I – I cannot stand being stared at
